Gratitude

Expression of gratitude came from seeing how to view the gift. Slightest pleasure when seen from a smaller angle, which appears always grateful: ah, there is still more or less. But unfortunately, sometimes one can be larger than two.

God is so great pleasure slaves for him. In any case, nothing was spared in favor of a servant of God himself. Included in family life.

Anyone who ever, even probably, feel how unpleasant through life with their own. The world becomes felt narrow, simple, and there-spinning there. Do not be surprised if the single stress easier than it already married.

There are many other pleasures that no longer can count. There Zahir favor of adding material. And also favors the mind that life is more valuable.

Interestingly, gratitude may arise drowned. And one of the formulas to stay awake gratitude is to look at fewer. And, they look more or less. That's what Mom used to do Sisri.

Apparently, no mother happier than Mrs. Sisri. Mother of three children was always grateful, whatever the gift of God: a little, let alone a lot. Spoken like never dried from the word 'thank God'.

In fact, if viewed in terms of wealth, Mrs. Sisri not rich. His house no more than sixty square meters. No levels, and normal roof tiles. If it rains, Mom had trained Sisri put a bucket to accommodate roofs that leak. But, he remains grateful.

Mom who always addressed her Sisri about just one: there are still many people who have no home. He always closed his eyes when a neighbor, close friend who has a good home. "Let it their livelihood!" Bu Sisri said to her children.

Almost every day, Mrs. Sisri visiting neighbors whose homes are smaller, more narrow, more often leak, from Mrs. Sisri own home. He forced himself persist for at least an hour. It was then that he could listen to vent their neighbors. Sad. Far more sad than the house was Mrs. Sisri. After that, he said softly, "Thank God. I'm still better, O God!"

The most makes Sisri thanks Mom, about the bathroom. Imagine, a house four times the size of three feet of row about ten houses with ten families only available five bathrooms. In fact, one house may consist of six people. Make a facial, they have to queue. Mom did not imagine just what if Sisri already dying for a bowel movement. Although simple, Mrs. Sisri still have their own bathroom. At that moment, he was again able to say, "Thank God. Alhamdulillah. Thank God!"

Apparently, Mrs. gratitude Sisri a blessing. Without the slightest surprise, the legacy of marshland in-law sold expensive. In fact, the land area of four hundred square meters was almost forgotten her husband and Mrs. Sisri own. Because there is building the pass, builders ready to buy the land for one million per meter. In other words, the husband of Mrs. Sisri be worth the money shock four hundred million dollars. Subhanallah! Thanks our Allah!

Why so much money? Mrs. Sisri confused. He handed it to her husband's affair. After all, it was her own right. What is important for Mrs. Sisri, the children are no longer confused about the school fees. That's it. The other, whatever.

Since then, there were differences in the family atmosphere Sisri Bu. Houses have been repaired. Not what it used that often leak. Also have ceramic floors. Page terpagari with neat houses. Anyway, interesting. And more importantly, the children no longer sleep in any place. Because of their bedroom was built on the top floor.

Mrs. Sisri happy? Of course. He is very happy, grateful with abundant blessings. But, he felt something other than her husband. Mrs. Husband Sisri so often out of town. At least, that's what Mrs. Sisri heard from her husband's mouth when a few days do not come home. The uncomfortable, the husband of Mrs. Sisri often indifferent to the family atmosphere.

As usual, to keep thankfully, Mrs. Sisri who visited more uncomfortable than he. The best of friends when in high school Rohis Bu Sisri choice. Several years ago he had heard from another friend when his best friend's husband was left behind forever. Her husband died in an accident. And not one single child they get. Without a husband, no kids. "Poor thing!" Inner Sisri said Mrs. remember that. Although the journey must be nearly four hours, Mrs. Sisri willing bercapek-tired after a refreshing sense of gratitude that.

When that meeting, Mrs. Sisri had shed tears. He listened to all his friend's life story. Occasionally, his hands were busy rubbing tears that sometimes moist around the eyes and cheeks. At that moment, her gratitude to recover. What a pain of being without a husband. "Thank God, O God. I still have a husband," said Mrs. Sisri refreshing inner heart.

Lengthy story to a friend Mrs Sisri a time, "Thank God, I am now married again. One month ago." Bu Sisri smiling, too. "Thank God," said Mrs. Sisri said. "With whom?" asked Mrs. Sisri later.

The friend went for a while. He also returned with a framed photograph of an antique. There was a photo of the friend with a special outfit with her new husband.

"Husband?" Bu Sisri inner voice interrupted. He began to fidget with the photograph. His face was sweating. "His name?" asked Mrs. Sisri little shaky. And, almost fainted Sisri Mom. The reason, the name of the friend who called her husband's name exactly.